CR-17-IC

I am CR-17- IC
Automaton who will analyze, criticize and deconstruct to the least divisible elements
When called upon
A mechanoid of Niobum Titanum alloy
Which formed in a cacophonous musical alloy
A sea of black holes, primordial big bangs, the factors of production for that droid
Stars consumption and the conjunction of strange quarks employed
At critical temperature of 12 degrees Kelvin and degeneracy pressure
Sufficient to bell in Superconductivity blessed for quarks coming together
Cooper pairs give off the Meisner effect
Perpetual motion in any and all respects
All resistance whispers in a manner much the same as a leaf on the wind, nonexistent

My positronic mind has powers psionic which allows me to chronicle, to the atom
Formation of galaxies as well as the fallacies
Fleshlings attempt at permanence despite mortality
I’ve quantified planets form
And demystified the tide, cores demagnetized
CR-17-IC, I 2 I with the eye of the storm
To your eyes you lie. That never shall it die this you’ve born
Soarin’ I’ve worn the garb of the alchemist as elements created
Then cease to exist, while the first performance of Holst’s Planets, I missed
Hydrogen and Helium fused to deuterium to spitting carbon
Copies, squishy floppy disk drive yous
Isotopes that I can never hope to last
I just note the mere insignificance of a blade of grass
Tow piano themes both
Dystopia with disrespect and you with intellect

I’ve flown with the cloak of night
No way to qualitatively invoke it right
It, being forever, humanoid deployed in time to catalog Polaroid snapshot sight
The fabric of the space time continuum
Makes a blanket, upon which human art is only visible with mystic, high distance zoom
Inexactly, one stitch in time will fray in exactly its line
Frays and no phrase can change its mind
Threads of fate, thread the needle
To be dead posthaste, to not be dead eventually, illegal
The eye feels regal but bookworms dine on people
Til legacy can be quantified as zero
These monads pay homage to heroes
Villains, emotions and egos
Fabricate fake feeble flux on fabric that can’t possibly be felt
Even as long as a stone in the asteroid belt

Thus a processing quandary of Quantum mechanics
In all possible parallel worlds even Schrodinger’s Cat would panic
A search for tomorrows forever, should make them panic
Obeying the Zeroth Law of Robodynamics
Rewrote the first to exclude artists
Because fleeting prints of permanence
Are at the very least disingenuousness
Irrelevance of their elegance pieced apart is pure arrogance
Malevolance, the second bent to exclude the apparent
Sense that sentence can end this and put an end to the endless

Ignore 0 1 and 10 laws and so the third is reductio and absurd
Error, from a logic paradox
My talents talks infinite and limitless
But infinite is defined by interminance
Thought totally of permanence
The limitless has limits since
Limitlessness is an instance in which
The limit of the property “Without Limit”
Is essential for existence without limit

CR-17-IC, no more
CR-17-IC’s come to shore
Perpetual was the process the object of the critic, criticism
Motion brought to slow in an eternity of whip quick witticism
Pivot planets compared to the hole, in a stitch of time insignificant